My Child's Brain Tumour - A Hopeful Story

Jonah was a very good first baby, laid back andironed her best table cloth and laid it on a large
tolerant; interested and lively but not excessivelytressle table in the garden, under an old olive tree.
demanding. He slept and ate as he should, grew andPlacemats and cutlery, polished glasses and napkins in
learned remarkably fast. He could sort blocks byrings. Everything was ready. She had chosen her
colour at 12 months and developed a fascination forGrandmother's crystal bowl to make her specialty
running toy trains along different surfaces at eyedessert. When the time came, who should she
level. Plump and cute, this was the boy who laughedchoose to carry this precious piece from her kitchen
for hours at a daffodil and could stand tall with bothto the table, in the garden? Should she ask her eldest
feet in one of his father's outstretched hands.daughter or should she ask her youngest?" She
It was Jonah's20-month check up, where the healthwaited for me to respond, the eldest, I thought. "She
visitor weighs and measures the child, then plots theirchose the youngest because she knew that child had
growth on a centile chart. I told her that he'd beenthe skills required. God gave you this child because he
seen by 3 doctors in the last 2 weeks - they'd allknew that you, of all people, had exactly the skills
given him antibiotics for a suspected ear infection.needed to help him." We looked at Jonah. She left
He'd seen his own family doctor just a week ago.me and her story slowly nurtured an inner strength. I
Jenny was calm and efficient. She assessed him witham not 'religious', rather a more free-thinking spiritual
tests that children are rarely given. She called in theperson. Her son, Yacob, had been born with an
practice's pediatrician who had a personal letter ofunder-developed brain. He died before we left the
referral in my hand in ten minutes and had someonehospital.
drive us to the hospital immediately. We asked toI spent about a month, in all, living in wards and
see Dr Houston, the pediatric specialist in our localaround hospitals. I retold that story to new mums
crummy children's ward. He performed a selection ofcoming in and watched their hope sustain. Jonah
physical tests on Jonah and booked a CAT scan forsurvived one critical night, hour by hour, registrar at
the next day. The taxi brought us home just as ourhis side, and was operated on for over 4 hours the
friends were arriving for dinner and I had nothingnext morning. His surgeon noticed the book I was
prepared.reading, Jonathon Livingstone Seagull, from his own
When a consultant asks you - no, tells you, to sitcollection of Richard Bach. The doctors openly
down you know there's something significant coming.explained Jonah's medical condition and needs,
When the nurses in the room both grab your hands,procedures and choices. He survived, their biggest
you know you're either about to be sedated ortumour, and had MRI appointments every few
there's one mighty emotional shockwave about tomonths thereafter.
burst. Jonah had a brain tumour and it was, his voiceJonah came home a different child. His whole
actually faultered, it was massive - the biggest he'dpersonality had changed. Doubtless, he was coping
ever encountered. What do I want to do?... I want towith a level of background pain, but reacted so
go home, I don't want any more tests, I want todifferently that I had to get to know him all over
take him home even if he's going to die. How long?again.
DAYS.I now had a 2 year old boy who could not sit up,
Numb.swallow solids, stand or walk. I got on with the
In fact, I think the man was just as shocked. Imagineintensive, daily physiotherapy and took a year off my
having to break that news, what a professional. Hedegree to rehabilitate him. His physio was easily
made a call to a colleague who was keen to haveturned into games - throwing, catching, reaching,
Jonah transferred into his care. He was a paediatricpicking up, putting in mouth, using a walking frame.
neurosurgeon, Mr Hayward, and gave instructions toLater on, wheelbarrow races and push-ups, swimming
withdraw his sedation and start him on what was aand karate. The benefits were obvious as
phenomenal dose of steroids in an attempt to reduceimprovements were slow but steady from week to
the swelling, in case surgery did turn out to be anweek.
option. I remember the daffodils in Regent's ParkLiving with a silent disease closed our future - we
viewed through the ambulance window. The heightwere incapable of planning ahead, beyond the next
of the 6-storey terraces and the squeal of the sirenMRI results. Thoughts of his future, our
as we passed through intersections. This child is dying.developments in career, his future education, a
I can't leave him. I'll sleep underneath his bed, in thatdistant holiday were out of reach, for fear of a
chair, I won't sleep. I just can't leave him. I'm hisrecurrence. There was a recurrence. He underwent
mum.another surgery at the age of 4. As parents it was
Across the large intensive care bay, there was analmost unbearably frightening, as we knew the
incubator. A woman in a muted dress, with long darkprocedure. However, we did it all again and by the
hair, watched us from the chair beside it. When theage of 10 he received word of his discharge. I
doctors and family had left me, she came over. Shewrestled with this, word of mouth, comment. I had
said someone had told her this story and it hadto have it in writing - and when the letter from
helped her to cope:Professor Hayward came, it had the magic word,
"There was to be a special family dinner and the'cured'. I'm not one for hoarding but that's one piece
mother had been working hard to prepare all theof paper I will keep. Jonah still writes to that
favourite dishes and desserts". The woman had aProfessor and usually sends him his latest drawings;
heavy accent but a natural lilt which was oddlyhe has our talent for draughtsmanship.
soothing in the sterile ward. She continued, "She had